frozen moments and you

First published 2006

a surge of grief washes my senses,

seeming to ride the dim, 

blue, evening light, and

suddenly i realise, that

this moment will soon be over -

never to be replayed, 

that this life will soon be over -

always to be forgotten, 

and that which i am, will fade -

dissipate -

end.

caught forever, light is frozen on my eye, a picture of you

arms stretched, evening light tracing your pink flesh,

tracing your face, and

reflecting back at my own eyes

so that i may construct you

experience you internally

(for that is all we ever know).

the very same light that washes your body, also

washes my mind

yet, forever and always, we are separated

by the width of a single electron.